Share this postDispatch #150www.poetrydispatches.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOtherDispatch #150a morning tanka for late risersJoseph MasseyMay 25, 202337Share this postDispatch #150www.poetrydispatches.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOther3ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe gift is to wake nameless, wordless, without form in a room without walls, the shapeless bright, the breath cleaving a self from silence.
Beautiful
". . . the breath / cleaving a self . . ." This part really hit me. It's just. So. True. Thank you for this! 🙏☺️